Guo Twelve smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that he could not refuse at all. Fortunately, he had no taboos. It was a good thing for him to learn skills from his master. He said: "Master, well, you are Twelve's second master.
"He bowed respectfully to the dead tree.
A smile appeared on Deadwood's iron-like face. He didn't care about Guo Twelve's words. As long as he was willing to accept himself as his master, everything would be easy. He nodded and said: "Okay, we are going to fly over, don't move...
"
He led the two of them up from the high platform and flew forward quickly.
After a while, Kumu led the two of them to land on the hillside of a mountain, where there was a small building. He said: "This is the place where the sect is responsible for registering disciples, and it is also the hall where disciples accept sect tasks. Let's go in."
There were two inner disciples standing at the door. When they saw Ku Mu bringing someone in, they quickly saluted and said, "I've met my uncle, Master."
Kumu said calmly: "Who is on duty today?"
One of the inner disciples said: "Uncle Yan Ling is on duty, I will inform you."
Kumu said: "No need!" He led Guo Twelve and Eagle Demon and walked straight in.
The two inner disciples glanced at Guo Twelve doubtfully, seeming to be very curious about this child dressed like a little savage, wondering why his uncle brought him here. One disciple's face suddenly changed, and he whispered: "Bad
It’s time! We’re in big trouble.”
Yan Ling is a middle-aged man, wearing a silver-white robe with spots of wine stains on it. He is half-lying on the ground in an imageless manner, holding a large green-skin gourd in his hand, and drinks from time to time with his eyes closed.
After taking a sip, a scent of wine spread everywhere. Deadwood walked in and couldn't help but frown.
"Yan Ling!"
Yan Ling waved his hand and said drunkenly: "It's okay... just don't disturb me while I drink... Uh! Uh! Ah, it feels so good..."
"asshole!"
Kumu raised his hand and gave it a false slap, and the green-skinned gourd exploded with a "pop" sound. Drinks immediately flowed across the water. Yan Ling jumped up suddenly and cursed: "Who the hell... is...
My wine..." When he opened his eyes and saw dead wood, he couldn't help but be stunned. He never expected that his uncle would come here. This is usually the most leisurely place, and the lobby next door where the missions are released is the most lively.
"Hehe, it's Uncle Kumu, hehe, hehehe, uh! This... is the disciple... Hehe, it's the disciple who didn't pay attention... Hehe, cough cough..." He was already confused, and he actually scolded Chenxiao Sect's most important person.
A difficult person to mess with.
Kumu sneered and said: "You are on duty, not in the tavern! If you don't want to do it, go back!"
Yan Ling wanted to cry but had no tears, and secretly cursed the two inner disciples guarding the door outside for not notifying him, which made him suffer a big loss. How could he know that Deadwood refused to notify, so how could those two disciples dare to come in?
Report.
"Yes, yes...Uncle, it's all disciples who are ignorant. Haha, I must change, I must change...By the way, Uncle, come here...what can I do for you?"
Kumu didn't intend to pursue the matter further. He said, "Follow a procedure for me. I will accept you as a direct disciple, and also give me an inner disciple."
Yan Ling was startled and asked in surprise: "Uncle Master, have you accepted a disciple?"
Kumu said angrily: "What? I can't accept a disciple?"
Yan Ling hurriedly said: "No, no, I am... this is... Haha, congratulations to my uncle, congratulations to my uncle, and congratulations to my junior brother!" Although he drank too much, he was still sober and knew what he had just said.
What he said was wrong, so he quickly changed his words and said congratulations, so that Deadwood would not go crazy.
Deadwood is famous for being picky and difficult in Chenxiao Sect, and he is still a loner until now. Chenxiao Sect once asked him to be the first to select a disciple in a large-scale recruitment event, but this guy turned around.
He said, "They're all trash!" and left, making all the senior officials so angry that they vomited blood.
Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to accept a direct disciple this time, which is a big deal. Kumu's strength is definitely ranked among the top three in Chenxiao Sect. Some of the ancestor-level masters in the sect cannot compare with him. He is among the sect's top three.
Enjoys extremely high prestige.
Yan Ling began to register the roster. This is a necessary procedure, involving the welfare rights and obligations of the sect. Direct disciples are special existences in the sect. They have a higher status than inner disciples. They hardly need to take on the sect's tasks and can serve as
Some leisurely but important positions. Yan Ling is his direct disciple.
"Uncle Master, when you accept a disciple, you must report to the Sect Master and the Council of Elders, haha."
The procedure is very simple, mainly asking for your name and age, and then leaving a shadow of the real person.
Yan Ling said: "Okay, junior brother, this is your identity token. Please hang it on your waist and keep it carefully. If you lose it, you must get a replacement." It was a small token, light purple-red,
It is a very beautiful little item hanging on the belt.
Then he gave Eagle Demon a talisman of an inner disciple, and stated that he was an inner disciple serving Kumu. This was just borrowing Kumu's name, but in fact Ying Mo still followed Guo Twelve.
Yan Ling explained: "Someone will come over soon to tailor your clothes and deliver various items. You just need to sign for them."
Kumu asked: "Are you ready?"
Yan Ling broke out in a cold sweat and said: "That's good, that's good..." He also explained some precautions. He had to make it clear. If Guo Twelve encounters something he doesn't understand in the future, and Deadwood angers him again, then
But that's troublesome.
After everything was explained clearly, Yan Ling said: "Uncle, it's ready."
Guo Twelve smiled and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
Yan Ling felt flattered and said repeatedly: "No thank you, no thank you... Haha, we will be brothers from now on. We should be closer to each other, haha."
Kumu said calmly: "Let's go."
After Kumu and the others left, Yan Ling shouted: "Two little bastards come in! Damn it... are you itchy? You dare to play tricks on me, get out! Damn it... Uncle Shi didn't even say anything when he came.
Say, are you sincerely watching my joke? Huh?"
Two inner disciples ran in, and one disciple said with a sad face: "Uncle, it's our uncle who didn't let us report. You can't blame us..."
Yan Ling kicked him over and cursed: "Can't you be louder so that I can be prepared?"
The two disciples made a sad face and said: "Uncle, I'm sorry! It's all the disciple's fault. You sir have a lot, please spare us."
Yan Ling glanced at the broken green gourd and said, "Okay, do you accept the beating or the punishment?"
A disciple said tremblingly: "How about admitting the beating... What about accepting the punishment? Let the disciple... have a choice..."
"If you accept the beating, I will give you a good beating. If you accept the punishment, you will buy me two gourds of wine!"
The two inner disciples said repeatedly: "Accept the punishment, we accept the punishment!" It's a joke. If you accept the beating, half your life will be lost. Of course, you have to accept the punishment. Buying two gourds of wine is not very expensive.
Yan Ling said with a bad smile: "Very good, my wine is pecan wine."
The faces of the two disciples suddenly turned green. Biguo wine is not cheap, it is one of the best wines in Chenxiao Sect, but they did not dare to refuse, so they could only agree with a grimace.
…
Kumu took Guo Twelve back to his residence. It was a small manor, backed by a mountain peak, and this mountain was his private property. There were very few people in his manor, most of them were ordinary people, and he was a loner.
He has no wife, children, or disciples, so this small village is his home.
Although the manor is small, it does have a lot of houses. There are about a hundred houses in it, which is far inferior to Luo Jie's large manor.
Kumu briefly introduced the people in the small manor, including a housekeeper, two cooks, two old gardeners, four servants, and nine ordinary people who manage this small manor. It can be seen that Kumu basically knows everything.
Regardless, Zhuangzi looks very dilapidated, with many houses damaged and uninhabitable.
Kumu said: "Lao Yu, find some clean houses for Twelve to live in."
Lao Yu is Kumu's housekeeper. He is an ordinary person in his fifties and looks very calm. His name is Yu Jie. He has been responsible for managing everything in Xiaozhuangzi since he was in his thirties, and his life is quite hard. Because Kumu is a hands-off shopkeeper.
, I threw him some talisman money when I remembered it, even if I couldn't remember it, so it was not easy for him to support this family.
Yu Jie said: "Yes, Master." His face showed joy, and he finally had a young master. He said: "I'll go get ready, but... Master..."
Kumu frowned and asked: "What's wrong? Tell me...why are you hesitating?"
Yu Jie said: "There is no food at home, and there is still a little meat..."
Kumu said: "If you don't have it, go buy it."
Yu Jie smiled bitterly and said: "Master, we have no money..."
Guo Twelve couldn't help but burst into laughter, and said: "Master, go and rest, I will leave this place to you."
Kumu showed a hint of embarrassment. He had never thought of this before and said, "Okay, Twelve will be responsible for everything in the house from now on, and you all listen to him." After that, he walked into his room.
Yu Jie was dumbfounded. It was so irresponsible for him to let a half-year-old child take care of the house.
Guo Twelve took out a talisman bag and said, "Uncle Yu, call the others." Yu Jie was startled and said, "Don't call me uncle, call me Lao Yu, or housekeeper."
Guo Twelve smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you stay at home. Uncle Yu, just ask someone to come over."
Yu Jie called everyone in the manor. Guo Twelve couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at them. They were really old and young. He took out more than a dozen bags of flour and a lot of meat and said, "Take these and prepare dinner."
These are all the supplies he brought with him.
Yu Jie was overjoyed. He was almost dying of poverty and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, young master."
Everyone gathered in the small courtyard, and Guo Twelve asked: "What do the talismans here look like?" He couldn't help but lament in his heart: Do you have to raise a big family by yourself again?
Yu Jie smiled bitterly and said, "We have no more money."
The Eagle Demon shook his head. This dead tree was so incompetent that he managed to live in such a miserable state.
Guo Twelve sighed and said, "Okay, let's do this for now. I'll figure it out later."
Yu Jie asked everyone to carry away the grain and fresh meat, and whispered: "If the master doesn't come back, we will starve."
Guo Twelve nodded and said: "Uncle Yu, don't worry, I will be with you in the future."
At this moment, I heard the door of the courtyard banging, and someone shouted from outside: "Hey! Open the door!"
